Chapter Eighty-Seven: Painting
What does this mean? Any questions?
Pei Xizhi was silent, and after a while, he shook his head: "I don't know, the mountain chief ...... The mountain chief didn't mention this. ”
"Feng Qizuo and Niu Qizuo have been inspected, there is no sign of others setting foot at the scene, if Jiang Shanchang has no accident, he should have committed suicide." Xu Hexiu said quietly on the side, "It's just that why the good guy committed suicide, and what the sentence left behind means, no one still knows." ”
Pei Xizhi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly got up: "Paintings, what about those paintings?" ”
These days, Jiang Shanchang stays alone in the house on the mountainside, and the boy who has been living at the foot of the mountain has not heard any sound. He also talked to Jiang Shanchang last night, but he didn't expect to find Jiang Shanchang hanging himself in the house early this morning.
"The mountain chief was painting before he died, and I want to see those paintings." Pei Xizhi said and walked out in a hurry.
After taking two steps, he stopped again, turned to look at Xu Hexiu and them: "I know that you have something to do, and I will find out the matter of the mountain chief myself, so you don't have to follow me." ”
The major corruption case is a major case that His Majesty has ordered to be investigated deeply, and he will not ask them to put down the matter at hand to investigate the matter of the mountain chief for him. He will check this matter himself.
Examine! Of course, this case must be investigated! Looking at the picture scrolls sorted out in the room, Zhen Shiyuan only felt a headache, and the official came over to report: "My lord, those gentlemen insist on staying in the library." ”
Dead a Jiang Xiao, thinking of Jiang Xiao's identity, lest something go wrong with the other five gentlemen, Zhen Shiyuan will arrange for them to go to the government to live, where else in the entire Jinling City is safer than his Jinling Mansion?
It's a pity that those few people are not obedient masters, and these celebrities can't be persuaded at all when they play with their temperament.
"I've made up my mind, but what really happened, and it has nothing to do with adults, can adults rest assured?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhen Shiyuan was immediately blocked back, and the other party was not an ordinary person, and he couldn't force the official to take people away.
"Then leave a few people in the library to watch." Zhen Shiyuan frowned when he heard this.
The official's face turned pale, his voice trembled, and he said, "But several gentlemen have already gone out separately." ”
What a toss! Zhen Shiyuan gasped angrily and scolded in a low voice: "Carefully toss and toss and send your life!" After a pause, he added, "With people following them behind, don't cause any more trouble." ”
The official hurriedly said: "I have followed, Mr. Huang Zijiu and Mr. Yu Mufeng went to the teahouse on Zhuque Street to drink tea, and Mr. Feng Yuan went to listen to the music on the painting boat on the Qinhuai River, and did not go ......far."
"Dead an opponent, I see that these people are too late to be happy, and they can still drink tea and listen to music!" Zhen Shiyuan snorted coldly hatefully, "If it weren't for the fact that a few of them only arrived today, I would really have to check their whereabouts." ”
The official moved his lips, obviously not finished speaking: "My lord, Mr. Yi Zhaonan and Mr. Lin Zhishui are out of the city. ”
When is this time to get out of town? Zhen Shiyuan's face changed greatly: "Where did they go?" ”
"I'm going to Qixia Mountain to enjoy the foliage." The official's voice trembled, "Tang Zhongyuan has already brought someone to follow." ”
Drinking tea, listening to music, and appreciating maple blossoms, one will enjoy more than the other. Zhen Shiyuan flicked his sleeves hatefully and turned his face away.
Feng and Niu also came out of the house and handed over the written autopsy papers.
"Suicide?" Zhen Shiyuan laughed angrily at the results of the autopsy papers, "At present, this matter has not been troubled, how can this official explain to those literati?" ”
Feng Qizuo wiped his hands and glanced at him: "But suicide is suicide, corpses don't lie, Lord Zhen, it's the same result if you change your way to test." ”
"Suicide...... There must be a reason for suicide. A voice sounded from the mountain road, and Pei Xizhi walked over from the mountain road.
Zhen Shi saw that it was him, and his face was a little pale, but then he frowned again, and said, "Pei Gongzi, you go back and rest first, just leave this matter to the official to deal with." ”
The moment he saw Jiang Shanchang's corpse, the son of the Pei family fell down on the spot in shock and grief.
Right now, the middle of the person is still swollen, apparently awakened by someone. He Jinling Mansion is not a waste of dry food: can't he investigate the case?
"The mountain chief has been painting here since he died, what about those paintings?" Pei Xizhi asked.
is a master who will solve the case again, and there are always things that he doesn't understand, such as the metaphors in these paintings, if you are looking for a layman, you may not be able to understand it for ten or eight years.
The scrolls that had been thrown on the floor had been sorted out, and there were twelve paintings in total, except for a pile of blank paper.
The official cha hugged the twelve paintings and said, "Pei Gongzi, they are all here." ”
Just opened one, Pei Xizhi's face changed: "Quick, open it quickly!" ”
When all the twelve paintings were beaten and displayed in front of him, Pei Xizhi turned his head to Zhen Shiyuan and said: "The mountain chief retreats to study and paint for the hairpin feast, which is well known to everyone. ”
Zhen Shiyuan nodded and looked at him strangely, is there anything wrong with this?
"The hairpin banquet is all famous, who will be shorter than others at this time?" Pei Xizhi's gaze fell on the twelve paintings, "The mountain chief is good at landscape painting, but look at these twelve paintings, ......"
This doesn't need to be understood, as long as you have a pair of eyes, you can see that Jiang Xiao is painting portraits.
Jiang Xiao spent a month in retreat painting 12 portraits that he was not good at.
And these portraits don't even have a single inscription on the painting, the only thing in common is that the people in the portraits are all women, and the faces are painted with a brush, blurred and powerful, compared to the appearance, Jiang Xiao seems to be more graceful in painting, and they are dressed in floor-length skirts, and their posture is painted vividly.
Staring at the twelve portraits for a moment, Zhen Shiyuan muttered: "It seems to be dancing......"
"Yes, it's dancing." Pei Xizhi's eyes stared at the twelve portrait paintings, "This may be related to the death of the mountain chief." ”
Twelve paintings and a poem "Flowing water falls and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth", which were left by the mountain chief before he died.
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The news of Jiang Xiao's death couldn't be hidden for a long time, and even Qiao Ran, who was far away in Xuanzhenguan, had already learned the news.
"A good person like Jiang Shanchang actually died?" After being shocked, Hongdou, who came back to his senses, rubbed his nose, "However, Jiang Shanchang's death, our painting is more valuable, right?" ”
After all, it's a failure! Red Beans don't know how to appreciate the wonder of the painting, but they also know that these two similar good things, if one of them will not be there again, then the thing that will not be there is always more valuable.
Qiao Shu, who was sitting at the table and picking up rice, glanced up at her, and the expression on his face was extremely rich for a moment: he was a little sad that a Jiangnan celebrity like Jiang Xiao died suddenly, and he was choked by the red bean and almost laughed.
"Then go hide it!" Qiao Ran said a word to Hongdou, and after coaxing Hongdou to hide the painting in the house, he asked Tang Zhongyuan, "How did Jiang Shanchang die?" ”
Tang Zhongyuan hadn't spoken yet, but his official had already spoken: "It was suicide, and when I went in and saw it, his tongue stuck out for a long time......"
Tang Zhongyuan couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Miss Qiao is asking Jiang Shanchang what he was doing before he died?" There must be a reason for what you did to attract enemies or commit suicide. ”